deviousways

I feel the weather Through every pore.  When the sky is aflame with heat And the wind feels sore My skin thirsts moisture. This dryness saps strength Strips away happiness. And my body, like the earth is left bereft. Laid bare, as it were. But when the air is swollen The earth runs red With pouring rain Then joy blossoms deep within. Every sense tingles, Pulses with life Like the fertile earth. Our bodies are barometers Of the world around us. Yes, we fool ourselves With half-truths About our lives, Our changing planet. But our senses, like the earth, do not lie.